This choice: Reader's choice, name shall be edited eventually once something is written. • Go Back...Chapter #4Roommate Shrinking/TF. by: Vaji   Your name is Jason, and you had recently moved into a small apartment building with 4 unknown roommates you found on Craig's List. Though once you knocked on the front door and reached the point of no return. You instantly felt you stomach turn and roar in utter agony once the door opened. Releasing a potent, deadly stench which couldn't even be described as you were greeted by Yasmine, the oldest of the group.
A tall, curvacious lady in her mid-20s, Yasmine was clad in a sweatsoaked top which clung a little too tight to her body, showing off a significant amount of cleavage and underboob, complimented by a teasingly short skirt which could barely contain the obscene amount of buttmeat, but a shocking, heafty bulge peered out from beneath her skirt, as the huge, greasy cock pushed and strained her thong enough to be publicly displayed.
Though, Yasmine's outrageous curves were quickly overwhelmed by the disgusting, rotten stench that followed, forcing you to let out a few coughs as you tried to hide your alarming struggles to not vomit on the spot. Yasmine quickly embraced her new roomie in a tight hug, burrowing you inbetween her massive jugs as her sweat completely caked you, whilst you felt the flaccid portrusion wriggle inbetween your legs, almost acting like a seat while you continued to struggle for air, helplessly swallowing a moutful of your captor's fluids, as she continued her oblivious smothering.
Your torment was abruptly interrupted as a bassy fart flung itself from her asshole. Your eyes widened as you felt her massive cock twitch and harden against your crotch. "Mnfh~♥ S-so-sorry about that." Yasmine calmly apologized as she tried to muffle an aroused groan before licking her plump lips.
Stunned and confused, You were released from her grasp as she swirled around to guide you inside, the sudden movement causing her thick buttmeat to wobble and clap relentlessly, fanning her recent booty blast toward you as it was somehow even more grotesque than her everyday bodily smell. Groggily, you'd follow her inside, realizing it was too late to decline your life-changing decision. Once inside, your sight was just as violated as your smell. Garbage was coating the livingroom floor, along with overused, beaten, and disgusting underwear, which rested in puddles of various bodily fluids you didn't really want to identify. With both cum, and shitstains seemingly being used to repaint the floor and walls.
You quickly tugged your shirt up to protect your nose, as you focused on dodging the various debris of disgustingness on the floor, while Yasmine obliviously clapped her naked feet into the various mounds of liquids on the floor.
As you both passed the couch, you were unable to notice as another girl was sitting there. Naomi, an african-american girl with booty so juicy it could barely fit on a single cushion. Though your attention to the floor was briefly interrupted by an eclipse, as Naomi had moved her thick ass from the seat, and plonked it onto the back of the couch, revealing her dark, grimey asshole underneath a skirt, fully exposed by the lack of panties.
You could only look to your side as the thick booty cheeks gaped wide, and a loud, nasty fart exploded from her asshole and sprayed her new roommate in a brown, chunky soup. Further adding to the puddles on the floor as she'd look over her shoulder at Yasmine, her massive rump hiding you from her line of sight.
"Uuuh~" Naomi grunted as she felt the liquid tease her backdoor on it's way out. Yasmine gazed upon her roommates greasy, soiled anus with lustful eyes, her eyes firmly glued to the slightly aggrivated asshole as it released large blobs of booty chunks everytime it twitched. You were frozen in both fear and amazement. "What the hell is going on!?" You asked yourself.
"Uuuhuu~ How'd ya like that? I've been practicing" Naomi bragged as she clapped her palms on either booty cheek, sending uncontrollable ripples throughout her buttmeat as Yasmine felt her bulge growing flustered, and relentlessly punching against the helpless fabric which tried to cover it. Yasmine would reach over and swipe her index finger along Naomi's mammoth buttcrack, resulting in a euphoric howl which caused Naomi to spray yet another fart straight onto you, before Yasmine inserted her finger into her mouth. "Delicious~" She winked.
Finally realizing your presence, Yasmine tensed up as she shoved Naomi's fat rear back down onto the cushion, which let out a strange, squelching noise. "Uhm.." She'd cough a few times. "Th-this is our new roommate, Jason." Yasmine was completely flustered as she subtletly used her skirt to wipe your face from Naomi's brown fluids. Naomi stood up and turned around. Revealing a raging boner which had flung out from her skirt and somehow wedged itself inside her shirt. Naomi, completely oblivious to what she had done to you, and careless about the situation in general, proceeded to greet you with a casual handshake. "Ahoy there, roomie. Had I remembered we were getting visitors, I'd had freshened up a bit." She let out a goofy giggle as she swirled around, revealing her fat, sweaty rear mere inches from your face as she resumed watching TV, plonking her fat ass back down onto the seat.
Yasmine released a few coughs. "Right, well... " She gulped as you both proceeded further into the building. "This is Bianca's room." She pointed to a door cluttered with various fitness stickers. "She should be done with her morning exercise soon." She said as she opened the door and a musky, overpowering stench of sweat once again assaulted you. This time though, it'd force you down to your hands and knees as you looked up to see Bianca clothed in a pair of spandex pants which were way, way, waaay too small for her massively plump rear, like a knife through butter, it dug straight into her cavernous buttcrack which actively drooled sweat like a shower onto the seat beneath her. She was sitting up-right on a benchpress as she lifted the heavy weights, straining and groaning as her clenching face turned completely red from struggling, as a loud, bassy fart trumpeted through her bloated hole. You were starting to see a pattern, as Biance let out a euphoric howl and smeared her fat rear into the leathery seat. She'd rest the weights onto the bars on either side of the benchpress, as she'd lift her humongous rear from it. The entire fabric surounding her rear were completely soaked in her butt sweat, except for the very depths of her buttcrack which was smeared in a distinguishable brown stain. Her fat butthole, agitated by the constant shower of salty sweat, was twitching and punching against the fabric of her pants, further proving the sheer burden of her pants as her farthole portruded enough to create a obvious bulge within her buttcrack. Bianca would reach behind her back to scratch her agitated asshole, fingering herself as she burried parts of her pants inside her pucker, finishing off with a potent blast of ass gas which caused her bottoms to baloon out, before the stench eventually escaped and her pants slapped back against her farthole.
"Urgh... Working out always give me the most bothersome itch." She groaned as she planted her fat rear back onto the leathery seat, as the sweat which had pooled there swiftly cascaded down on either side of it. While her fat asshole relentlessly throbbed and punched her pants into the seat. "Wish there was an easier way to scratch it." She cooed.
You noticed she was wearing wireless headphones, so getting her attention was pretty useless as Yasmine shrugged and closed the door.
"Hmm... Stacy isn't here." Yasmine sighed as you both strolled past her room. "Hey, Nicole. Where's Stacy?" Yasmine shouted. instantly answered by a bassy fart, Nicole grunted. "Urh... She went out to pick up some food from that taco joint. Said something me and her having a proper farting contest." She scoffed. "As if her tiny frame could compete with mine."
Yasmine giggled sweetily. "Haha, she might be small, but that rump she's carrying packs more than a punch, you know?"
Turning to you, Yasmine quickly embraced you in another, less choking hug. "Well, welcome to the family, Jason." She giggled, you could however feel her monstrous cock had grown significantly in size from the tour, it wasn't difficult to decipher Yasmine's... And everyone else's euphoric affection for flatulence. "Make yourself at home while I water the flowers."
Released from her grasp once more, you let out another cough as you felt her sweat unavoidably trail down your throat. With the recent events leaving you weak, you searched for a suitable place to sit down. As you approached a cushioned chair infront of the TV, next to the couch, you tore some pages from a nearby newspaper and placed them onto the grimey cushion, as you'd let out a long, bothered sigh once you sat down. Trying to figure out how you could possibly get out of this situation.
Though, your thoughts were frequently interrupted by the deafening combination of farts from your three new roommates, although your nose had finally grown used to the waste-like stench, you'd fear how this could get any worse.
"Oh, by the way, Jason." Yasmine cooed as she watered the plants by the TV, leaning down slightly causing her skirt to ride up her plump buttmeat. "Like, the main water line has been busted for about a month now. So both our shower, toilet and washer are completely unuseable." She giggled uncomfortably, as her thick, grimey hole opened wide and expelled a thick slimey chunk of booty cream onto the floor between your feet, completely oblivious as to what she had done, she just resumed watering the plants.
You were on the brink of bursting out into tears. "These are the people I'm forced to live with? I'm a good person, why is fate punishing me?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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